Coconut, Coconut Sharks In The Water

Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.

Sure, tears could be happy But smiles could also be sad.

I’m not like other people. I’m quite odd. I’m too forgiving. I’m too understanding. Sometimes I think I like to play the martyr. I forgive every offense. I replace every bad deed done to me with love and instant release. I am sickeningly relentless. I never give up. I stay and stay and stay and stay. I try to teach others how to love. I know, I know, I’m not the best teacher. I ’m severely inadequate in all areas of my life. I can’t draw. I can’t write. I can’t sing. I can’t play an instrument and I don’t have a career. I’m not even an adult.  I bruise my knuckles, scrape my knees, throw my head into the ocean for the sake of my biggest dream. I know it’s silly, but I want to find one person who I can love unconditionally. I want to be responsible for teaching them perfection. I desire to demonstrate to one simple human being that a selfless, patient and passionate lover exists for them. I want to show one person that a lover or friend without bias, resentment, betrayal, or hate has chosen them.  I am burning to show someone that within me compassion reigns. It sounds silly, but I want to be the best person I know and I don’t want anybody to take that title away from me. I want you to be completely certain that if you hurt me, I won’t hurt you back even if you murder my heart and sanity. Perhaps, I sound a little insane or narcissistic, but my idealism is the best part of me.

True intimacy is more than fooling around with somebody you’re attracted to. I want to share myself with somebody who will press her hands through the surface of my skin, curl herself up inside my soul and say, Here, this is who I am.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.